Posts Tagged red
lost in translation
Posted by mareadyphotography in fashion on August 1, 2012
i came across these pictures in my archive and thought they deserved some airtime. this is saruse. we could barely understand each other, but that’s not saying much because people who grew up speaking english can barley understand me sometimes.
emily hope price performs “between two trees” (lady lamb the beekeeper cover)
Posted by mareadyphotography in music, video on June 6, 2011
emily does this thing where she has absolutely perfect lipstick lines. they’re friggin perfect, man. it’s like she has some ancient grecian stone sculpting fairy that chisels her lips into a perfect shape every morning. i mean, i have no idea how she does it – and i don’t really want to ask because it gives her an air of mystery that i kind of enjoy. so this is emily hope price. she’s my friend and she totally rules the chello.
“between two trees” written by lady lamb the beekeeper – www.ladylambthebeekeeper
performed/arr. by emily hope price – www.emilyhopeprice (of pearl and the beard – www.pearlandthebeard.com)
ain’t it strange that i can dream? ain’t it strange that i’m a human being?
Posted by mareadyphotography in fashion on October 11, 2010
LIVING IN THE WOMB – RUNNING OUT OF ROOM – HAVE TO COME OUT SOON – HAVE TO MEET THE SUN AND MOON
hair/makeup/styling by the very talented shelly van gage
world cup 2010 in madrid
Posted by mareadyphotography in documentary, fitness/sports on August 3, 2010
so my friend monte isom is a photographer and he’s always got something up his sleeve. dude kills it behind the camera and his hustle skills are just as strong. on thursday the 8th of july i got a call from monte saying he had a plan in the works. the next day i was on a plane bound for the netherlands. after hanging with customs in amsterdam for six hours or so, and after BARELY making it through with our gear (that’s a crazy story within itself), i rendezvoused with monte and hung for the night. we chilled with some of monte’s rad amsterdam peoples and afterwards got some waves, winks and kisses blown at us while on a walking tour in the red light district.
instead of hookers, we got french fries. they were a lot cheaper and less likely to have STD’s. by that time it was like 2 am, and the women of the night would stroll in and out of the deli in-between clients to order their usual meals – and it totally made me giggly when one of the ladies ordered a hot dog. i got two hours sleep that night and the next morning i was on a plane to madrid. monte’s plan was to photograph the world cup fans in the public viewing areas. he would shoot in amsterdam, i would shoot in madrid and we’d put the pictures side by side to have a fans showdown. my plane landed in madrid and i went straight from the airport to the hotel – and then straight to the plaza de colonone of the many public viewing areas packed with excited futbol fans. i was kinda loopy from no sleep, but the energy of hundreds of thousands of people crammed together kept me goin. here’s what we got: at the end of the second half, the score was 0-0. when overtime kicked in, tension was thick. the ball would get close to spain’s goalie and everybody would start freaking out – then the ball would get close to the netherlands’ goalie and everybody would scream at the top of their lungs. it was back and forth for probably 10 minutes until spain scored. the crowd went totally bonkers. it was insane. completely insane. for the last few minutes, the tension got thicker and the responses got more excited. when overtime ended and spain was still in the lead, the whole city of madrid LIT UP. it was spain’s first world cup win and the most important futbol victory in spain’s history. consider this: in america we have baseball, we have (american) football, and we have basketball. some like one, some like another, some like none. we have no unified sports pride. but in spain (like a lot of other countries) the elderly, the middle-aged, the teenagers and the kids all have a dedicated love for futbol. so you can imagine that when spain won, the city went bananas. TOTALLY – BANANAS. people were yelling, people were jumping, people were hugging and crying, and everybody was happy. i ended up in the middle of a public fountain dance party with about 20,000 happy spaniards. it was an unbelievable night and i can’t believe i was there to watch it all go down. the noise that tore through the city when spain won was the same noise that was still blasting when i went to bed at 5am. i got up 2 hours later and was pretty delirious, but managed to fumble my way to the airport to catch my flight. i must have been in a time warp because i got to nyc 5 days before my checked luggage.